Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2021 18:55:19 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Getting to Ride with Jimmy (part 4 - young friends)

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It was surreal to be heading into school with Jimmy. I had gone to his
house so we could both bike in together, but we couldn't talk about
anything that happened over the weekend with all the other kids around.
Normally, I would bike in with a group of my friends, but today it was
just Jimmy and I, and we were taking it as slowly as we could. We didn't
want to rush because the quicker we got there, the sooner we would have
to part ways. He'd have to go to his school, and I'd go to mine.
As we took our time, we talked about our teachers and subjects. It is
funny that for all the time we had spent together over the weekend, we
hadn't talked about the more mundane stuff. We'd got to learn all about
each other's bodies, but not about the boring stuff. We were out in
public now, and other kids were around us. We dared not talk about what
we really wanted to talk about, and we certainly weren't holding hands
this time around.

See, being gay was social suicide back then, for both of us. We loved
each other, but weren't quite ready for all our school friends to know.
Meeting Logan yesterday was a close enough call as it was. But just being
with and talking to Jimmy was enough to make my heart flutter. I wanted
to just rip his clothes off and pummel his little butt in the middle of
the street; I still couldn't get over how he was mine now. My mind
wandered to the first day, seeing him strip off. He was talking away, as
I remembered back, his creamy soprano voice was so soothing. Was this
love? Every word he spoke, I just wanted to kiss those supple red lips of
his. He was talking away to me, and I was more distracted by how proud I
was of being with him. It also didn't help that just being in his
presence seemed to give me a raging boner.

"BOBBY!"

"Huh?"

"Were you even listening?" Jimmy asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry. Was daydreaming. What were you saying? "

"I was asking if you wanted to go down to the gully before school?"

"Oh okay, I guess. What for? "

"Well, we've got to do something with that thing in your shorts before we
get to school," Jimmy said with a grin.

"Shit, is it that obvious?" I looked down, cursing my choice of clothing
for today. The shorty shorts I wore were comfortable, but they didn't
hide much. It was pretty obvious what the giant ridge bulging down the
middle was made of.

"Come on!" Jimmy yelled, standing up on his pedals to pick up speed.
Lifting off the seat, there was that ass of his again. Sadly, he was
dressed a bit more modestly today in a pair of almost knee-length jeans.
That still didn't stop me from looking at that cute, curved butt of his,
though. I pictured in my mind where his cute little rosebud would be,
determined to get my face in there again by the end of the day.

Chasing after him, it was only a short way to the gully, which was a
pretty narrow grassy trail between a couple of overgrown banks. It was
mostly trees, just wide enough to bike down without obstruction. As you
got deeper, the grass started to give way to dead leaves and more trees.
The trees were older here, and it was away from the view of the roads
around us. We both stopped in a bit of a sunny clearing, which had some
longer reeds.

We chucked our bikes down into the tall grass before Jimmy marched up to
me, kissing me hard on the lips. He held me as tight as an
eleven-year-old could, my cock grinding against his body somewhere around
his belly. Having his body rubbing against me, and his small hands
roaming, running over the front of my shorts, made my cock ache. I
breathed hard through my nose, not wanting to separate our lips, his
smell of toothpaste and coconut flooding my airways.

"Jimmy, stop. What if someone sees? "

"No one is going to come down here, silly. Come on, let me see that teen
cock of yours again. " He asked, as his little hand unbuttoned my shorts.
He dug into them, sliding beyond, his warm fingers circling my shaft like
a snake, before giving it a light squeeze.

"We don't have time," I hissed, willing myself to pull away.

He was relentless. His fingers gripped my cock, his thumb teased my knob
and peehole. His other hand cupped the front of my shorts, right where my
balls were. God, he knew how to touch me in all the right places.

"I just want to look at it again. Please? "

I groaned. Why did we have to go to school? I decided to return the
favor, running a hand down the back of his jean shorts. The waist line
was pretty tight to fit back there, but I was determined. Soon enough, I
was running a finger down the middle of his crack, the quick ride over
had made it nice and juicy with his sweat. He lifted up on his tippy toes
as my finger crept lower and circled his entrance, he thrust himself into
me as I probed a finger at his boy hole.

"Fuck, your ass is so hot Jimmy. I want it so bad. We really have to get
to class though. "

"Come ooon. " He begged, "I need this big cock in me. I even brought the
lube with me. Pleaeease?"

Fuck it. He had got me so hard now that I couldn't exactly wait all day,
walking around with a tent in my shorts. And I could feel from his pelvis
rubbing over the front of mine that his penis was as hard as mine. Fine,
if he wanted it, he was gunna get it. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he
squealed with delight as I pushed him to the ground, me on top of him. I
kissed the little tease hard once more. The mischievous look on his young
face told me he wanted it. He had won this little game. Who was I to deny
him? But I wanted a little something first.

"Turn over and push your shorts down." I ordered.

Jimmy bit his lip and complied, turning his face to the floor. He
wriggled on his front, pushing his clothes to the floor, his creamy white
bum coming back into view. His flawless round ass, not too chubby, just
right to get a handful on. His skin was so soft and warm. I gave the back
of his neck a peck before making my way down to his butt buffet. Sliding
down his back, I found my way to my new favourite place.

On arrival, I made sure to pull his shorts the rest of the way off,
allowing me to spread his legs wide. He stuck his bum up a little in
anticipation, knowing exactly what I had in mind. I greedily pushed my
face up under his hard taint, my nose finding itself landing right in his
little crease. I smooched his narrow taint while snorting at his hole. I
swear he smelled like a fucking candy shop down there. It was sweet and
sugary, but dark and earthy at the same time. The smell was strong,
almost like it was going to make my ears pop, his stink was so good.

"Lick right in my hole, Bobby. I like it when you do that. "

I spread his cheeks with my hands, I got a look at the little dimple of
an orifice. Eleven-year-old boys' assholes are always tucked away so
secretly, it's no wonder with how good they taste. I speared my tongue
into that little cavern, tasting my boyfriend's secret hole. It was fresh
and sweet, the wetness tasted like ripe honey dripping from his tiny
anus. My tongue curved and dug at his entrance, slipping around the
curves of his buns, savouring every drop of his boy nectar.

"Where is the lube?" I asked, pulling myself up along his back.

"In the big pocket."

I poured a generous amount of it on top of my still throbbing cock, then
used my middle and index fingers to press firmly against his entrance.
"Ahh! Ow!" he complained.

"Sorry. We just don't have a lot of time. "

"That's okay. Be rough with me, Bobby. Fuck me. "

"Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you rough, huh? "

"Yesss! Fuck meee! "

I pressed my cock against the opening of his ass. The last time I took it
slow, but not this time. It felt like my cock was home again, feeling the
skin of his puckered hole pressed against me. Even his butt cheeks felt
like they were gripping my cock in anticipation.

"I'm going to fuck you, Jimmy. I'm going to stuff my cock so far up that
tight boy pussy, it'll hurt to sit down all day. Tell me. What am I going
to do? "

"You're going to fuck me," Jimmy gasped.

"With what? Where? Tell me. "

"You're going to stuff your big teen cock in me. In my... my boy pussy.
Ahhh! "

I took that moment to do just that, rooting my cock all the way into his
snug hole. His hole spasmed at the sudden invasion, and he yelped as I
wasted no time. I braced my arm on the ground and started fucking him
with short, hard fucks. Each jab for the first dozen or so, he winced as
I went full throttle immediately. Last time I was careful, not wanting to
scare him off, but now he was mine. My cocks' new favourite pleasure
ground. The walls of his ass hugged my cock desperately as I humped his
ass. My balls slapped his legs as I had no time to mess around.

"I'm going to cum in you Jimmy. I've got a load which needs to be dumped
deep in your hole".

"Ooh" was all my new friend managed to say below me, each grunt
punctuated now with a gasp as I bottomed out in his bowels over and over.
His little boycunt gripped my cock like a vice, like it was holding on
for dear life. His tunnel was squeezing my shaft like it was milking it,
contracting over and over along its length. I didn't know it at the time,
but the contractions were from Jimmy cumming himself, his seed splashing
on the damp ground in front of him.

"Fuck yeah, Jimmy. Your ass feels so good. "

"I love it when you fuck me, Bobby. Put your cum in me! "

Hearing that, and seeing the little puddle of his own semen on the floor
in front of me, was all it took for my balls to empty themselves into his
ass. This was the life. I slumped down on top of him, loving the day
already. I didn't want to go to school. I wanted to stay here with my new
sex friend. I wanted to stay here with my dick nestled in his warm, soft
hole. I felt my cock twitch happily in his body, the last few remnants of
my sperm still oozing out.

--

Just then, there was a crunch of leaves in the distance, we knew it had
to end. We both quickly got up and got dressed again, just in time for
someone to come walking up the trail.

"Well, if it isn't the two losers, old sad limp dick, and his childbaby
friend. How'd it go wanking on film for old guys?" It was Logan.

"Go away, Logan." was all I managed. Lame I know, but in the moment of
having to cover myself, process what was going on, and Logan showing up,
my brain short circuited. At least I don't think he saw what we were
doing out here.

"What are you going to do about it, loser? You couldn't even get it up? "

"Yeah well...I..Dunno. " Pretty typical of my quips when he was around.

"Hey!" Jimmy shouted "At least we stayed yesturday, you pussy! And how
did it feel to get T-bagged by Bobby?! "

Where the hell did that come from? I was in shock! Nice comeback my guy!
I didn't even know there was a name for what I did!

"What did you just say to me, you little bitch? Talk to me when you can
shoot more than 3 meagre squirts! "

"Why? You want more of my balls on your face? " Jimmy said, grabbing his
junk.

Shit, were we going to fight? Logan looked like a volcano ready to
explode being talked to by a boy five years younger than him. Logan's
face was contorted with rage, and he was looking back and forth between
me and Jimmy.

Before I knew what was happening, Logan lunged at Jimmy. My mind becoming
clearer, I shot a foot out, causing Logan to stumble, but not quite
enough to fall over. Regaining his balance, Logan now turned to face me,
but Jimmy jumped on his back from behind, pulling him down onto the
ground.

"Get off of me, you little fuck!" Logan roared, twisting around to face
my friend.

This time it was my turn to come around from behind, wrapping my arms
around Logan's head and neck. I didn't want to choke him though, like, I
had no intention of harming Logan, I just wanted to WHAP! My stalling got
an elbow to my head, as it took a hit from a flailing arm. I rolled away,
stunned for a moment, seeing stars. He had got me right on the nose.

As I was recovering, I looked over to see Logan standing up again,
stomping over to me. I had no idea where Jimmy was. I leapt up, grabbing
Logan in the most vulnerable place I could think of. His crotch. I felt
my fingers sink into the soft squishiness of Logan's dick. It wasn't a
punch, more of a grab. There was certainly more meat in there in his
pants than what I was used to, bigger than mine for sure. I forced and
twisted my handful of crotch, feeling my fingernail glance into something
firmer, probably one of his balls. I squeezed real hard, causing him to
shriek, and pull away fast.

Still yelling, Logan spun around, turning to run back up to me again,
while I was still prone on the floor. I figured this was the end, but
finally Jimmy entered the scene again, charging from the side. He was
kicking and punching as he went, but he was too weak to have much of an
impact against the older, adrenaline-fueled teen. It took barely more
than a flick for Logan to send Jimmy flying again, this time launching
him back first into a tree.

Hauling myself up, my face still throbbing, I was ready for the last
round. Putting my fists up, I knew I was no match for Logan, but I had to
come up with something. I clenched my fists and tried to remember all
those nights watching Kung Fu movies for some kind of tactic. I was about
to draw up, when Logan crumpled to his knees again, holding his crotch.

"What did you do to my balls, you little fag? Argh! "

Logan's face was bright red as he lay down, still holding himself. With
the adrenaline wearing off, it seems like I might have done some damage
to him down there. I weighed it up in my head. This was one of those
moments in life. Logal was prone, vunderable. Do I run over and kick him
in the head, or do I follow the man code, and check his manhood. The
little devil and angel in my head certainly both had their arguments.
Logan had always treated me like shit, I could kick him while his
defenses were down... but no.... Perhaps now, in his moment of fragility,
I could turn that around in some way.

"Shit...Sorry Logan. That was a dirty shot. "

"Fuckin...aargh. I think something has ruptured. It's throbbing like
crazy... " Logan weezed.

Meanwhile, Jimmy had come back over, standing by my side, realising the
commotion was mostly over.

"Should we... check it?" Jimmy asked.

"You ain't checking shit, you FUCK! Argh! "

"Jimmy is right, Logan," I said, "and if it's really bad, we might have
to get you to a doctor or something."

Logan scowled at me. He was old enough to know I was right. He probably
realised that at that moment, we had already won the fight, given the
situation he was in. He looked down towards the front of his pants. There
was no blood, which was a good sign, but his hands were shaking like
crazy.

He rolled over on his back, spreading out. He was wearing faded jeans,
but he was shaking so badly he couldn't even get the button undone.

"I'll do it," I offered, taking a knee next to him.

Logan watched me intently as I carefully undid the button with ease,
zipping his fly down. He was wearing black boxers' underneath, and he had
one of those lines of hair that went up from his crotch too, which older
boys all seemed to have. Taking a deep breath, I carefully pulled down
his boxers and pants, part way down his thighs.

Wow, there was Logan's dick! He had plenty of hair there, way more than
me. It wasn't very common to shave it back then, not without getting
labelled with unsavoury things. His dense bush of pubes covered the root
of his cut cock. He was flaccid, probably from the pain, but even then he
was pretty chunky at 4 inches. His droopy sack hung down between his
thighs, which had all these curly hairs on them as well. Man, I don't
want to end up with all that hair. His balls seemed massive in my eyes,
looking like a couple of eggs, one slightly lower than the other, and
even they had a couple of springs of hair sticking out. His left ball was
noticeably more purple than the other.

"How does it look?" Logan asked. I looked at him and saw he had closed
and covered his eyes with his hands, not wanting to look at the damage.

"It looks a little purple, but um, not too bad. " I said softly. "Is it
okay if I touch it? "

After a pause, Logan allowed it. I carefully, gently, first I hefted his
sack into my palm, and then used my thumb and finger around his precious
left testicle. I'm thirteen, I didn't know what the hell I was feeling
for exactly. I just figured something serious would be pretty obvious, or
he would scream out if it was something bad. His testicle felt like it
was still firm, sort of oval shaped. It seemed to move around in his sack
the same way mine did. I checked the other one and they both seemed to
move around and not cause too much discomfort. As I moved it around, I
noticed Logan's penis had started to thicken too, so I must have been
doing something right.

"Hey guys," Jimmy interrupted, "I should get going to school. You guys
good? "

"Yeah, see you, Jimmy. We should be fine now. How you feeling, Logan? "

"It feels okay..." Logan muttered. "I think the pain is going away now."

"Yeah, you'll be fine, I think. Sorry. "

"Eh, it was a fight. You did what you had to. "

I chuckled. "You saw mine yesterday, it's only fair."

"Yeah, but I'm not rubbing my balls on your face like you did to me."

We looked at each other, and I saw that his cock was getting even harder.
He was probably about 6 inches now, and pretty thick. He certainly had a
nice piece of meat down there between his legs. Apart from the hair, I
was pretty jealous.

"You can stop looking at my cock now." Logan said, raising an eyebrow.

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